I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. Marissa picked it up.
She whispered, "It's Casey!" I just groaned. I did not want to talk to anyone right now, especially not after what happened to Lana and Grams. Soon Marissa hung up. She said, "Casey will be coming!" I pretended to sleep. I jerked up at the sound of the doorbell. Soon Casey was at my side. We sat there silently, but we were sharing my grief and his sympathy. All of a sudden, I saw a figure. I tightened my grip on Casey's hand. My mother was standing in front of me.
I screamed. I let go of Casey's hand to cover my mouth, and the specter went away.
Casey asked, "What happened?" Marissa started worrying about me; I still thought she was overreacting. I started to mumble my response, but Casey asked me to take a deep breath. I started again.
"Lana was standing in front of me. But she wasn't a real person. She looked like a ghost."